Miami S*** - Pitbull

Hop in the bucket and haul ass

Fuck 'em, hop in a bucket and haul ass

Fuck 'em, hop in a bucket and haul ass

Fuck 'em, hop in a bucket and haul ass

This to them boys on their way to Tennessee

Listenin' to M.J.G, breakin' dem birds and 8-balls

Be careful with them ki’s, don’t hesitate to squeeze

Watch out for them Feds 'coz they hate y’all

Bank accounts overseas, when them Feds come for me

All they gon' find is CD’s, no weight, dog

But wait, dog 'coz Pit is back, bigger, badder, stronger

It’s alright, you can hate, dog

But don’t be surprised if a chico do you like Nicholas Cage

And blow your motherfuckin' 'Face Off'

Who the fuck wanna face off

'Coz I’m willin' and ready to cock, aim and bang

Show the world what it means to be born and raised

In the home of the K’s, that’s the County of Dade

Well, they used to shoot straight phase, now they shoot AK’s

So if they kick in your door, I suggest you do what they say

These are the facts of life minus them three bitches

They don’t rap no more, all they do is snitchin'

I went from no pot to piss in

To gettin' taught how to whip up a pot in the kitchen, listen

Cook, cook, whip, whip, chop, chop, oh

Hear the shots, don’t look, stop, drop, roll

Hit the block, tell them fiends stop, cock, go

Used to be my life but not no more

Fuck 'em, hop in a bucket and haul ass

Fuck 'em, hop in a bucket and haul ass

Fuck 'em, hop in a bucket and haul ass

Fuck 'em, hop in a bucket and haul ass

Take my banana clip to a banana click

Now that’s some Miami shit

Give me your big old shit with a ton of bricks

Now that’s some Miami shit

Chevys on 22's, 24's, 26

Now that’s some Miami shit

That’s right, that’s what, that’s right, that’s what

That’s right, I’m from Miami, bitch

I eat, sleep, shit, talk rap

See that 745 LI, yeah, I bought that

They never thought but I thought that

Give 'em a brick, bakin' soda and a peaka and it’s brought back

Pyrex to be exact, I bring it back

How you want it, from the stove or the microwave

How you want it, high yellow or light brown

Or feel that Method Man, I got 'em fiendin' with their pipes out

Let’s ride, I done reminisce on them days

When they used to jack tourists every day in Dade

That’s how JT Money got his name

Miami, all it equals is tons of cocaine

This is what we grew up and learned to do

These Cubans’ll teach you 'bout a bird or two

Keep actin' like these boys won’t murder you

Down here the sun ain’t the only thing burnin' you

This where the bitches go two ways

Niggas love gun play and a triangle equals a one way

If you know what I’m talkin' 'bout then you from Dade

If you don’t then

Welcome to where I’ve been raised (the bottom)

Welcome to where I’ve been raised (the crib)

Welcome to where I’ve been raised (Magic City)

Welcome to where I’ve been raised, that’s 305, county of Dade

Let’s ride

Fuck 'em, hop in a bucket and haul ass

Step on the gas, step on the gas

Fuck 'em, hop in a bucket and haul ass

Step on the gas, step on the gas

Take my banana clip to a banana click

Now that’s some Miami shit

Give me your big old shit with a ton of bricks

Now that’s some Miami shit

Chevys on 22's, 24's, 26

Now that’s some Miami shit

That’s right, that’s what, that’s right, that’s what

That’s right, I’m from Miami, bitch